Lyrics:
for mine I ain't standing down
I give up the drip like I hand it out
He flexing in cash what I'm handing out
I give up the drip like I hand it out
He
oh
Jumping to that be so good
Feel the music like you should
Jumping off the edge I'm falling
Can't get out of my head I'm soaring
Handing you my cup
I can see what kinda night it's gon' be
I'm causing big problems
Come solve 'em
Not anybody but if it's somebody
I'm handing me to you, you
You got
Champions to be, it's a beautiful outlook
Few rules to dis shit, but they ain't handing out no handbooks
Tryna hypnotize me so I watch out for
Can't stop
Put a new bitch on all my shit
She love my shit
Yo rank drop
Handing out L's
Don't kiss don't tell
My phone don't yell
My bank pop
Getting
it)
Handing out smoke
But they running (running)
I got the smoke
They don't want it (they don't)
You want it some P's
Imma front it (front it)
Said I
Yeah
It's just how I feel you know
Yeah
613
Put up a fit
But in this world it's sick
Fibs
Handing out lies
For what it's gives
Gotta make guac
Attire
inside the Misty house
All the ghosts you feared are here, they're handing you a beer
Come on and learn to dance in the Misty House
All the ghosts you
kids with the bright red cheeks
Handing out bunches kissing on the mouths
Baby don't you go and caught in the bleachers
Baby don't you go and get
love to me,"
But I was far away.
And you could be handing love to me,
But I was far away.
And you could say "bring your love to me,"
But I was far
of the jigs and reels
I'm handing you no blarney
The likes you've never known
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home
Christmas in
of the jigs and reels
I'm handing you no blarney
The likes you've never known
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home
Christmas in
Tell me what you thinking
Feelings that I caught I can't fake it
Handing you my heart hoping that you don't break it
Baby you a star, you don't ever
Boy I Do This Shit For My Family
No maybes No probably's
Ya Lil Niggas Can't Stand with Me
Im Handing Bands to My Mommy
Boy I Do This Shit For My
I wanna own a sword some day
I'm gonna make it with my hands
Two-handing my own blade
I'm gonna swing it as hard as I can
There's too much pressure
been planning it out
Ain't no Ls in my name but it seem like I got a few extra in handing em out
Handing em out
Handing em out
I get the check I don't
Now I don't expect anything from you
Tell you why
Cause all you're dealing out is thin love
And all you're handing me is thin love
(Thin love)
(Thin
Lil homie got done up the worst
Hand me the shovel cuhz he in the dirt
With the gang we going bezerk
Out on the corner handing out some percs
I'm
of my life, not sure I could survive
Oh I'm no quitter, I can't take handing over my heart having somebody break it
This is as high as I'm flying.
This
waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Into the bottom
You got to do this thing we're feeling
You got to know just what I'm meaning
You gotta believe just what I'm handing
Understanding, understanding
You
on the bully yo, ask em Questions
Acting foolish, so, I let it slide
Just know I'm on my bully too
I'm only giving niggas the type of Shit they be handing me
handing out leashes
Bark twice if you feel like they reaching
Bark twice if you feel like they reaching
Bark twice
Roof Roof
XL bully I’m handing out
And when I come back im handing out hunchos
And I was born real on 4olk
Know you ain't ask that had to let you know
Everywhere I go you know we throw them
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